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Valerie got so curious as she tip toed towards the library door, She just pressed her ear gently on the door she felt the groans of pain coming from the room, And suddenly the door slightly opened, She was scared to death as she froze to the spot. "Who might that be ?" Valerie thought inwardly, as she entered the library, it was dark, there was no single light, she opened the door so the light from the passage illuminate into the library, It wasn't that bright but she could see the library now, the light faint as she saw the standing shelves filled with old unfamiliar books,

The night of the full moon had always been her favorite night, although, it never goes well for her as most of the nights she goes through lots of pains and absorbs new power that she doesn’t understand. Valerie walked back to her bed and as she laid on it. She fell into the warm arms of her bed’s comfort and after a while, she drifted off. The room was too bright, Valerie turned as she groaned, she completely forgot to drop the drapes the previous night, flickering her eyes open she noticed the serenity of the palace, that is unusual as it was supposed to be her birthday today and not even a single person has walked past her door or around, she went to her window where she sees everything h

The night air in the Vale tasted of iron and frost, sharp enough to cut the throat. Silver & Vale’s great atrium—glass-walled and moon-lit—hummed with the restless energy of wolves and witches forced to share one fragile peace. Tables of carved obsidian gleamed like frozen lakes. Candles flickered inside crystal bowls, casting fractured light over banners of every allied pack. Tonight was meant to be a celebration of the Bloodmoon Accord, a final round of talks before the eclipse .

Night was always the time when everything happened. From dark supernatural forces roaming the world, to vampires lurking in every corner of the streets and most importantly, those who found pleasure in the nightlifes. Those whose only solace were clubs, bars, and joint houses. And let's not forget, notorious gang members were said to enjoy prying on the weak at night out in the streets. In one word, the night harbored everything bad and evil; which was the gang members, vampires and demons. Only two out of those didn't exist in this world we live in except for the gang members of course. Let's face it, this was reality anyways.

He wasted no time going to her, ignoring Marco's stupid concern for him because if he doesn't solve this shit out, he will get to have more than just a cut. Meanwhile, on Valerie's part, she opened her eyes slowly and closed it because of the light in the room. Her eyes are still getting used to the sudden change, but when she finally opened her eyes to see that she was in a cleaner room, than the room of death, a tear left her eyes. Was that something to celebrate? Maybe they finally believed her words that she knows nothing about Ares or whoever the blacksmith is? At this point, the young lady has to use her brain to check her pros and cons, and when she realized that it was Vanessa that t

It filled her chest with a burning sensation, but it was a pain she welcomed. Hopefully, heavens would hear her prayers. Ayla walked to the window frame, from where the full moon shone brightly. “Please keep Master safe.” Then the pain changed. As if an unknown force was telling her this was something she wasn’t supposed to feel, Ayla felt her back being skinned, right where the soulmark used to be. She fell on her knees with a thud. *** Author's Note: Thank you for reading "Night-Blooming". If you like the story, please leave a review or your opinion about the character's so far. Once more, thanks for the support!

' Valerie sighs as she places a bookmark on the book's pages that she’s currently reading, then places the novel on her bedside table before turning off her lamp and getting ready to sleep. In her dreamworld, Valerie looks at the back of the two individuals who are in front of a priest something, and she can clearly hear some people chatting about something, as if they are discussing a divorce of two high-ranking people. ‘This appears to be a wedding, but I keep hearing divorce.' She thought as she stared at the woman in front of the priest dressed in an unfamiliar clothing.

Ares told her and left her room heading for his. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Vala's Apartment: Vala opened her eyes and the first thing she noticed was she was naked and Ruthless was staring at her as if she was his life. "Yes you are now my life, the very air I breathe. You are too beautiful, Vala. Obviously, you are now my obsession." ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖

That came to her, too, the knowledge that every November he drew the name of a girl from Smiths Hollow, and let her go out into the night to be sacrificed. And for what? The town’s prosperity? No amount of safety and comfort was worth all those lives. Her head was getting clearer every moment, and she thought it might have something to do with the ring, and maybe the tree, and maybe the magic that pulsed deep in her blood. But it didn’t matter anymore. There was no time to escape. They were at the tree. He threw her to the ground and though she felt achy all over she was able to move again. She scrambled to her feet and he narrowed his eyes at her.

According to some very reliable sources, this particular vampire had chosen the most obvious of clichés and decided to reside in an old castle that scared the crap out of even the most badass hunters. Zaira contemplated going in guns blazing since her spies had informed her that only a single vampire inhabited the manor, but then she looked up at the darkening sky and knew that she was at a disadvantage. Even though it was only around one in the afternoon, dark clouds had gathered in the sky out of nowhere, and it kept getting darker by the minute. Soon, there wouldn’t be any difference between day and night.